There have been times in my life when candour has cost me. Small things such as invitations to outings and popularity to big things like friendship and love. Right now, it may cost me potential job opportunities…

I need an imperfect man who’s a perfect fit for me. I need passion, I need intelligent conversations, and I need a man who spurs me on to become better than I am or would have been alone. I need someone whom I can talk to about my work, his work, current affairs, my writing, my books, his collection of toys, his secret fondness for lychee martinis, my fears, his insecurities, our motivations and countless other deep and mindless things besides daily expenses and our children’s whatever-it-is. And I need someone who, besides loving me, desires this kind of relationship with me…

Cold with fear, her mind ceded her next decision to instinct. Various bumping and clattering sounds. That was her knocking her elbows and knees into the walls as she scrambled to get herself to the other side of the door. Crash! That was the door being slammed. Fumbling sounds and a click that seemed louder for the silence that followed. That was of course, the lock being fastened. It would have been funny if the attempt to flee wasn’t so desperate…

I’m a smart woman, no doubt about it. But if you ask me now whether I’d want to be described as such, or whether I’d rather be known as ‘hardworking’, I’d take the latter label over the first any day. For if I see myself as a hardworking person, I’d never hold back on improving myself…

A tribute to Mr. Lee Kuan Yew. Who I am today, has much to do with the environment that I grew up in, and he was the central force in shaping that environment. Other than highlighting some of the personality traits that I respect and find admirable about him, I’ve also given it a more personal slant by including how some of my values run parallel to his. It is by no means a comparison to a legend that I seek, but an attempt to express how much of an influence and inspiration he has been, and will continue to be, in my life.

There was no ‘us’, no sweet puppy love story, no growing-up-together-then-drifting-apart drama. There was only at most, a torn sleeve and an apology, a stuffed cat and a letter. Snatches of memories, tinged with goodwill and laughter. Whoever he is and wherever he is now, I wish…

The consequences of thinking very deeply about life and generally anything in-between? If you take me as an example, I would say that poverty (okay, I exaggerate), a severe lack of true friends, and generally being labelled as ‘difficult’ come with the territory.

How dreadful to have only two legs, when inside one is a horse! She could not imagine such a thing and commiserated with him thoroughly for being born under such a blighted star. She made sure to nuzzle his shoulder extra lovingly that night as he bade them good night…

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